Tight Rope

we'll always find our way back home

And if I fall once more, 
I won’t end up in a state unknown,
No longer a wretch, I will be. 

The rubble will break my fall.
Those wounds won’t seal my faith.
That tight rope, I walk, no more.

I see the bridges, aside they were cast,
imagined by my dreams, once dormant and scarce,
forged in steel and stone,
colours, running wild,
through the heart of a child,

Nature whispering her truth,
I need not decode 
her presence is all I need 

These thoughts, these hands, these eyes 
no longer one of fear.